Bluebell

You got married in a green dress you stole from your sister's closet
We drove north in a truck I sold when we bought our first cottage
And I proposed in the parking lot the night that we first met
You said, Yes, but Bill, you didn't take me out to dinner yet

Oh the letters to my mother dreamed of you before I even knew
Filled with whispers of adventure, glass slippers, and army boots
And you smile like an actress so allured across the room
A thousand blurred-out faces, my spotlight is stuck on you

Lead me through your favorite sunsets
Take me anywhere the sunlight is endless
I will love you though our hair turns more than gray
Rebecca, my Bluebell, you're my favorite day

Growing gardens, growing old, five children, fifty years
You were charming, always laughing, your smile lighting up my deepest fears
And I'll build you anything you want, just ask and you'll receive
Fixing up our own castle, a home for our family

Lead me through our favorite moments
Take me to Michigan, we'll walk on our own ocean
I will love you though our hair turns more than gray
Rebecca, my Bluebell, don't let us slip away

You're replacing every fragment with the patches that you choose
Oh a tapestry of faded jeans and homemade, I love you's
And I said I'd remember how our children bloomed in June
But growing old like angry gold shoots out the worst, How could you's

Lead me through our favorite moments
Show me anywhere we were effortless
I will love you even past my dying day
Becca, my bluebell, you're my favorite days

And oh my bluebell watched my spirit
Oh my blue watched my spirit
Oh my spirit fades



Credits
Writer(s): Laura Nickel
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